Instead of reaching the highest point I would ever reach…I started over.
By the time this post publishes I will be 30 years old. There are many things I imagined having by this time. A happy family. A promising career. A degree of certainty about my place in this world. I don’t have any of those things yet, but here I am.
I used to see life as this straight line that moved higher up with each step. I convinced myself I was growing because my salary increased and I could afford better things than I had in the past. I clinged to material gains as progress, but the truth was I had been stagnating for years and was terrified to make a change. It was easier to plateau than to start over.
This year I decided to stop looking at my life as a profit chart. I left my hometown. I left my job of 6+ years. I started over. Instead of reaching the highest point I would ever reach at this age, I took my first steps in a new direction.
I’m learning that there are seasons for everything. A season for recuperating and tending to our wounds. A season for sitting still and reevaluating our course. A season for deep breaths and leaps of faith. What season is this? A season for bravery, for saying what you believe, for trusting your gut, for sacrificing material gains for spiritual ones, for being a better friend, and for remembering that life is made of cycles (not straight lines) and it’s never too late to begin again.